All of the ladies and all of the honeys
whisper the stories of you and your glory
they fall to their knees, they beg and they plead for you
but I see nothing worth telling
All of your homies keep lies in their freezers
you can't stand the phonies but you know you still need her
and when the time comes you'll be honest with your loved ones
'cuz they see nothing worth telling
But why do the lies carry spills
and why can't they try to admit
that the whispers of lonely intension
spun round in your head
But the stories keep killing your chances of willing
to live in this glory but nobody listens no more
All of the ladies and all of the honeys
took back the stories of you and your glory
you finally left us, guess nobody cared that much
said it's nothing worth telling
Guess it's nothing worth telling for now